That gaze was filled with rage, seemingly ready to devour her alive!
She couldn't help but shrink back a little.
It seemed she had truly angered him this time.
She said casually, "Since you're about to die of anger, you might as well go ahead and die, I won't stop you. Considering we're husband and wife, every year on Qingming Festival, I'll burn incense at your grave as a sign of mourning."
"You're so kind, you would even burn incense for me?" he gritted his teeth angrily.
"One stick of incense isn't enough?" she bargained, "What about three? How about I burn three sticks of incense for you every Qingming Festival?"
"What do you think?" His smile was tinged with a bloodthirsty cruelty, "My woman, I shall take with me into the grave. If you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
"Who said I want to..." Before she could finish saying 'die', she suddenly let out a muffled groan.
He had actually just gone ahead and entered.
There was no pleasure, only pain to endure...
